“Hail came to my room last night.”
I glanced over at Stella sitting primly in a desk near mine as she flipped her long, brown hair behind her shoulder and smiled smugly at Ivy and Vanessa, two bitches I couldn’t stand. If I were counting bitches I couldn’t stand, Stella would be at the top of the list. All that bitch did was go on and on about Hail Ivanov and his family.
The fact the asshole was engaged to Bianca and still fucking Stella only made me hate the lot of them more.
Not that I gave a shit about Bianca D’Angelou. Quite the opposite, in fact. I’d gladly set her on fire just to piss on her ashes.
I fucking hated the Ivanovs and D’Angelous. We always knew they were in bed together, but when my brother Stefan was murdered and dumped behind a De Santis club, we knew it had to be them. The autopsy said Stefan had a drug problem, specifically, heroine, and hadn’t cared where he got it or how he got it. That’s why he’d been murdered. The cops didn’t care. He was just one less future pain in the ass to deal with since our father was in thick with the De Santis family. The fact my Ivy League big brother would have gotten addicted to the shit still baffled me and pissed me off. He was a good person. One of the best. Stefan wasn’t like the rest of us. He had plans. He wanted to do good in his life. I loved him more than anything I’d ever loved in my life, and he was taken from me. He’d not once showed signs of an addiction. I refused to believe m
y brother was an addict. I firmly believed it was a setup and staged. That shit ate at my soul every single day of my fucked-up life.
We didn’t have the proof the Ivanov clan was involved in Stefan’s death, but Sergio Ivanov was one of the biggest heroine pushers out there, and D’Angelou was in bed with him. So fuck them both straight to hell. Once I got hard evidence, I’d take them down, even if I did it alone.
“Did you guys fuck?” Ivy giggled.
“Of course we did. Hail says I’m the best he’s ever had.”
“Everyone is talking about Bianca, though,” Vanessa said. “Have you heard the guys around here talking about her? You best be careful, Stel. She’s already got your man. She might just take the crown.”
Stella glared at Vanessa who lifted her brows back at her.
“What? It’s true. She’s all anyone wants. Even Dom has his eyes on her.”
“Dominic isn’t so hard up for pussy that he’d fuck the trailer trash,” Stella said bitterly.
“But Hail is?” Vanessa shook her head. Vanessa was a grade-A bitch, but I had to admire the way she talked shit to Stella.
“Hail is only doing what his father is making him do. He doesn’t care about her. In fact, they don’t even have sex. She’s a prude who won’t put out. Hail said she wants to wait until marriage. Hail said their relationship is all for show, and I’m the one he wants. So we’re just going to keep seeing each other.”
“Honey, she’s got the rock. All you’re ever going to be is his side chick.”
“What’s your problem?” Stella demanded.
“It’s not my problem. It’s yours,” Vanessa volleyed. “Hail is no prince charming, and if you think he is, you’re delusional.”
“Whatever. You’re just jealous he wants me and not you.”
Vanessa scoffed as Ivy glanced nervously between them. Blair frowned down at her nails as she picked at them.
I rolled my eyes at their drama. That was one of the reasons why I only fucked chicks and never kept them around. They were all trouble, and I had enough of that in my life.
Deciding I’d had my fill of whatever bullshit class this was and listening to them bitch, I got up and left the room, making my way out to the courtyard. I needed some fresh air to clear my head. When I got inside my own thoughts too much, I tended to lose my cool.
Then I saw her.
Her blonde hair rustled in the breeze as she moved across the courtyard, her head down and a frown on her face.
If I were being honest, the girl was gorgeous. The kind any man would want on his arm, which explained why Hail wanted her so much. She was trouble though. It was written all over her from those plump lips to the curve of her ass and down those long, lean legs. She seemed like the sort of woman who’d love you long enough to make you realize love was bullshit.
But fuck, just a taste . . .
I shook the thought out of my head. Never. I’d never do shit for her. I hated the Ivanovs and D’Angelous, and she was part of both, whether she liked it or not.
As if sensing me watching her, she lifted her head and peered over at me. The expression in the depths of those crystal blue eyes made something jump in my chest. She was a strong girl. A brave one. I recognized the look though. It was the same one I saw whenever I stared in the mirror.
The girl was broken just like me.
But I wasn’t going to be the one to piece her back together. Fuck that. And fuck her. I hated Bianca D’Angelou. Maybe delivering her dead body to the back of an Ivanov club was just what those fuckers needed. Take out their princess before she became a queen.